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An evening slack is a term derived from the eponymous label of the creature commonly known as the evening slacker.
Originally, in the early 19th century, primarily in London, there were men of reduced means who would attach themselves to elegant women entering fancy restaurants. Their motives can only be imagined.
In defense, the women began sporting man-like clothing, but looser, more feminine versions, in order to deflect the attention of these less-than-desirable clingers on.
Over time, that particular dress became known as the slacker, or for brevity's sake, the slack.
The tradition has really died off, except in pockets of conservative Protestant culture. Rumor has it that the term is still used in a few resorts in the northeastern United States.
Please note that during dinner, jackets are required for gentlemen age twelve and over, and for ladies, dresses, skirts or evening slacks.
Natural consequences to stupid behavior
“I tripped over my shoes that I didn’t put away”
“That’s God getting even with you”
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This is a super saiyan.
This is an asceneded super saiyan
AND THIS IS TO GO EVEN FURTHER BEYOND!
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An evening fart is a silent BUT DEADLY fart that normally happens 10 minutes of eating diner. You will blam friends because the smell is just so deadly, and embarrassing. It is usually warm, and a tiny bit wet, and will make you feel tired, and uncomfortable.
My evening fart was extremely deadly tonight because we had meatballs.
When all you can say are numbers that end in 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9.
April 11 is national fuck your boyfriend even if you don’t want to day
Girlfriend: hey babe do you know what day it is?
Boyfriend: no what day is it ?
Girlfriend: it’s national fuck your boyfriend even if you don’t want to day